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Sofia Bane




Copyright June 2012, Sofia Bane

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The three of us prided ourselves on our survival skills in those days, but we wouldn’t have done it if not for the company of one another.

After the collapse of New York City, people panicked and scattered: to the outlying areas of the suburbs, to the farmland up north, to the sea. As the rescue and aid workers attempted to rehabilitate the area, they attempted to lure us all back with benefits: food, cash, power. But the amount of power and resources that they had to offer made them a de facto political entity, able to control the people and issues of an area with their financial support. And they legislated – for our own good, they said. New Yorkers came back to their tiny apartments, ate what they were given, listened to the relief workers for further guidance. The workers were hailed as heroes. I believe they meant well, in the beginning; the workers were just philanthropists who became convinced of our need to be told what to do.

But there were pockets of resistance, and the group that Owen, Leo, and I made was one of them. We lived in a huge, unconnected storm drain that was right outside the city but positioned well enough that we could see the Capitol from where we were. And that’s where Owen stood now, at the lip of the circular storm drain, looking out on the remains of the city.

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